Sweet as hell

Ela vive em uma metrópole (mas não pertence à ela).
Escuta Janis bem alto e lê Foucalt
Rompe barreiras, balança cristaleiras.
Ela dança como se o mundo fosse acabar e só ela soubesse.

Ela é tranquila como um disco da Yoko
E sweet as hell.

Liquor

I want to figure in the unreal
To float between opium clouds
Let's think we are balloons full of gases and let us be
Be free, be free
Time is short, future is unknown

Look, look, look outside
There's no sense in running
It has melt, don't try to pretend
Be, be, be who
who you always wanted, even if you don't know who it really is.